When Ari heard the bell on the door ring he looked up and smiled.
"Randolph! I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays! How the hell ya been?"
I approached the counter and stuck my hand out. Ari put his little hand in mine and squeezed it like a vise grip.
I winced and said, "Haven't lost any of your strength, have you?"
He chuckled, "Nope! How you been keepin' since you left the game?"
"Oh fair," I said, "you should come by the cafe. Drinks are on me."
"Thanks, Randolph. But jazz and poetry recitals ain't my bag."
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
I don’t quite remember what exactly might be Ari’s bag, but poetry certainly ain’t!